The Mission Close to Home #1897

The Mission Close to Home In the age of wings and distant lands, We forget the soil beneath our hands. Far we fly, with hearts so bold, To spread the Word, to save a soul. Yet nearby bowls are cracked and worn, Their water leaks, their hearts forlorn. We pass them by, eyes fixed afar, Seeking to heal a distant scar. But water flows the same, near or far, And love must reach where neighbors are. The bowl you carry close to home Needs mending, love must be shown. For in the eyes of those we see, Reflections of our destiny. The call to mission isn't far, It's in the hearts right where we are. Do not forget, the scriptures say, To do good, share in God's way. For sacrifices, pure and true, Are found in love for neighbors too. Hebrews calls, with words so clear, To mend the bowls that we hold dear. For in the sacrifice we share, God finds pleasure, everywhere. So, in the global age we stand, With mission fields on every hand. Let us not neglect our own, For love begins right here at home. -Steven G. Lee (June 24, 2024)